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Yi Er Er pulls out the feathers of her uncle

With a pout, Nomiyama was too lazy to pay attention to them chatting. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the person who had been staring at him, smiling: "Teacher Hiratsuka, what a coincidence."

Shizuka Hiratsuka held the chopsticks in her hand and chewed the noodles in her mouth. After hearing the words, she looked at the familiar disciple in front of her, and then looked at the second lady of the Yukinoshita family who was across from her.

With a more serious expression, she said, "Be moderate."

Nomiyama looked innocent. "How could you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? It was late at night, and I was worried that my female classmate might be in danger on the road, so I sent her home. What's wrong with that? Why do you always think that way?"

After thinking for a while, he hesitated and said, "Could it be that? Mr. Hiratsuka has never experienced something like this? No one has ever sent Mr. Hiratsuka home?"

His expression gradually turned to one of pity.

Hiratsuka Shizuka paused, feeling a little uneasy: "Of course I have experienced that!"

Nomiyama looked at the oily slick on the teacher's lips, and felt even more pity for him. He pulled out a tissue from the table and handed it to him: "Wipe it off, teacher. It's okay. No one's sending you home or anything. It's not a big deal."

She took the tissue, wiped it casually and threw it away. Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes were fiercer: "I said, someone gave it to me!"

"Really? That's great." Nomiyama said perfunctorily, took out a pair of disposable chopsticks and opened them.

Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't bear it anymore, so she grabbed his collar, leaned forward, and said viciously, "Nomiya-san, have you forgotten that you sent me home in your first year of junior high school?"

First grade in junior high school? Nomiyama looked at the pair of black eyes that looked like his own, and after a moment of recollection, it seemed as if this was indeed the case.

Hiss, the only time in my life that I was sent home by a man was by a student I taught, who was ten years younger than me.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, aren't you ashamed to actually say that?

Yukinoshita Yukino paused as she unpacked her chopsticks. Her eyes were slightly cold as she looked at the two people standing very close to her. She said, "Mr. Hiratsuka, please pay attention to your image. You are a teacher."

Hiratsuka Shizuka let go of her hand and scratched her head: "Sorry, I forgot."

Embarrassed, she took apart another pair of chopsticks and immersed herself in struggling with her ramen.

Nomiya shrugged, picked up his tonkotsu ramen, and also immersed himself in the struggle.

As for Ms. Hiratsuka, it's normal for her to be a little off-key. If one day she becomes serious and starts talking to me about life, I'll start to worry. Well, I'll worry that something has gone wrong with her, like she went on a successful blind date and she's gone crazy with joy or something.

Yukinoshita Yukino blew on the hot noodles on her chopsticks and her eyes lingered on the teachers and students who were also concentrating on eating the noodles.

This teacher and student pair seemed to be similar in some aspects, and he was a bit casual in his attitude. The last person he treated like this was Teacher Natsume.

Never mind, it doesn't matter, as long as he is happy.

Besides, I just happened to have something to discuss with Mr. Hiratsuka.

So Yukinoshita Yukino put the noodles into her mouth, chewed them slowly, and swallowed them. She said casually, "Mr. Hiratsuka, I remember that you are in charge of the club, right?"

Um? ×2

The teacher and student put down their chopsticks at the same time, and both looked up with their mouths full of noodles, looking at the person who suddenly brought up this topic.

After chewing and swallowing, Hiratsuka Shizuka was a little confused: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled and said, "I want to ask you, Sensei, if the current Head of the Service Club is unworthy of the position, then can I be the Head?"

"Cough cough cough!!!" Nomiyama was choked and bent over. While bending over, he reached out and slammed the table to declare his presence.

He spoke incoherently: "Snow! Yukinoshita!! The Service Club is mine!!!"

On the side, Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at the choking boy, then at the smiling girl, and her eyes lit up.

Chapter 137: Service Club, Holding Hands, and Ramen

Nomiyama took the water handed to him by the uncle, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then slammed the cup.

"Yukinoshita! I founded the club!"

Yukinoshita Yukino said seriously: "To be precise, it was me who came up with the concept of 'service' and decided to create a club in high school. Nomi-san just helped me by making the service club appear in advance."

"So, the Service Club is mine."

Nomiyama sneered: "After three years of not seeing you, you start talking nonsense."

The Temple of the Goddess of the Temple

He felt around, pulled out a piece of paper, and unfolded it before her eyes: "There's no point in making excuses. The head of the Servant Club is now called 'Nomiyama Kazehaya'."

"Well, now." Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at the name casually, then shifted her gaze to look at the person who had been silent across from her. "Teacher, I think this name can be changed, right?"

"Change? My club was just established and has done nothing wrong. Why should we change it?" Nomiya sneered and also looked to the side.

"There's really no way to change it now." Hiratsuka Shizuka thought for a moment, feeling a little regretful. "Nomiya-san hasn't made any mistakes yet, so I can't find a reason."

Looking for excuses? I haven't even hit my classmates this semester, so what excuses do I have?

Nomiyama looked at her with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Yukinoshita Yukino saw his sarcasm and smiled: "No, he made a mistake, teacher, you saw it too."

Made a mistake?

The two of them were stunned when they heard this.

Yukinoshita Yukino took out a USB drive from her shoulder bag.

Nomiyama's gaze paused on the USB flash drive for a while. It seemed to be a gift from him. He had downloaded a lot of cat videos for her before, so he put them on the USB flash drive and sent it to her by mail.

Shizuka Hiratsuka waited curiously for her next move.

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him with a look of condescending contempt in her eyes: "At noon, Nomiyama-kun harassed a female classmate on campus. He ignored her objections and forcefully hugged her. This can be considered sexual harassment. Here is the evidence."

"I am the person involved."

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You play like this? Nomiyama's eyes widened.

Very good, very good, she is worthy of being the second lady of the Yukinoshita family, Hiratsuka Shizuka exclaimed, then turned to look at Nomiya.

Taking a breath, Nomiyama said seriously, "Teacher, I'm reporting this. The surveillance footage should be considered a special asset of the school. Yukinoshita's behavior of going to the surveillance room to retrieve the footage is considered theft."

Then Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Yukinoshita.

Yukinoshita Yukino's words were even more contemptuous: "I'm not a lock-picking thief like Nomi-san."

His expression became more serious: "I went to visit the principal and asked for the key. The principal allowed it."

Nomi-san changed his thinking: "First, let's clarify the definition of sexual harassment."

Oh, desperate, you're just trying anything. If I bite you to death, you're just molesting me, what can you do? Yukinoshita Yukino sneered at him.

"No, don't think about the definition, I've figured it out." Hiratsuka Shizuka interrupted Nomiyama and rubbed her chin. "In short, you all think the Service Club belongs to you, right?"

"Of course, this is the club I founded." Nomiyama nodded.

"This is my idea, Nomi-san just plagiarized it." Yukinoshita Yukino also mocked him.

"Put it nicely. What do you mean by plagiarism? If you call the club's name, will it agree?" Nomiya said with disdain.

"What? Will it respond if Nomi-san calls its name?" Yukinoshita Yukino retorted sarcastically.

"Well, stop arguing, I've figured out what to do." Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled, her eyes twinkling.

Nomiyama took a step back. He instinctively felt that the next words would be disadvantageous to him.

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't grab the corner of his clothes, because even if she did, she wouldn't be able to catch him, and he would still be able to escape easily.

So, she just held his hand.

When they looked at each other, Yukinoshita Yukino remained calm, but the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Nomiya felt the coldness on his palm and blinked. "Yukinoshita-san, you're going too far. This is a foul."

Thinking of this, he held the cold hand in his palm.

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Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at the two hands that were inexplicably held together, and the words she was about to say were blocked, and she gritted her teeth.

It seems like you guys just treat me as a part of your play?

"Teacher? Didn't you say there was a solution?"

Nomiyama looked at Mr. Hiratsuka who had suddenly fallen silent, puzzled.

You even asked proactively, right?

Shizuka Hiratsuka glanced at Yukinoshita who had completely hidden herself behind him, and remained silent.

Is it necessary to categorize who's the minister in a relationship like yours... or is that just how people these days play it? On the surface, you're bickering, but behind the scenes, you're tangled up in an unsolvable knot.

Suddenly, she felt a little bored. Without looking at them, Hiratsuka Shizuka patted the table and said, "Uncle Ichiraku, give me a bottle of sake."

"Okay." Uncle Ichiraku took out a bottle of sake from the ice bucket and handed it over. He glanced over and saw the two hands holding together.

His eyes narrowed even more, and he smiled kindly. After all, he had watched these two little guys grow up, and it was pretty good for them to get to this point.

I have to think about how much to donate as a share in the future. Oh, by the way, I might as well give them two lifetime free ramen cards. Anyway, I'm actually quite happy to see them eating ramen early in the morning.

"Don't drink too much. I have something to do later and I can't take you home." Nomiyama rubbed his eyebrows with his free hand.

"I drink every day. What? Did something happen to me when you didn't send me off?" Shizuka Hiratsuka rolled her eyes at him.

"That's right." Shrugging, Nomiyama asked the question, "You haven't told me what method it is yet."

Shizuka Hiratsuka picked up the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down two mouthfuls. Then, she exhaled. "Don't you insist that 'serving' means helping others and wishing them progress? Let's hand the position of Head of the Service Department over to the person who is most capable of 'serving'. Let's give the person who completes more and better commissions the position of Head of the Department."

"As for your position as minister, resign first. We'll discuss it later after the winner is determined."

Sadness spread across Nomiyama's face, and he cried out in pain: "Teacher, how can a country be without a king for a day, and how can the service department be without a minister?"

The little hand wrapped in the palm began to struggle.

Nomiyama paused for a moment, then said seriously, "But what the teacher said makes sense. I will listen to the teacher. The position of the Minister of the Service Club belongs to the most capable person."

Hiratsuka Shizuka curled her lips and waved her hand: "Okay, do you have anything else to do? If you don't have anything else, go away and don't disturb me while I'm drinking."

"Well, nothing happened." Nomi-san turned his head to look at Uncle Ichiraku, "Uncle, we'll leave first and come back another day."

"Wait!" Uncle Ichiraku wiped his hands quickly after hearing what he said, and took out two large bags of ramen from under the table. He handed them over and smiled, "Take them home and cook them."

"Don't be like that, uncle. Every time you come here, you give me noodles. I feel embarrassed to accept them..." Nomiya felt in his pocket and prepared to take out his wallet.

Uncle Ichiraku waved his hand, showing a rare bit of disdain: "It's not for you, it's for Yukino. Now that she's back, I have to give her a gift."

"Uh..." Nomiya looked at her.

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled gently: "Thank you, Uncle Ichiraku. It's a little late today. We will come to chat with you another day."

Then she stepped on it and said, "Carry it."

Just carry it, why are you stepping on me?

Nomiyama reached out to take the two bags of ramen and turned to leave.

Hold her hand.

Chapter 138: Yukinoshita Says "Together"

The crows hid away at night and no longer stood on the telephone pole and chattered.

Neon lights ushered in the night, and their brightness became impossible to ignore.

Nine six zero one two six two seven zero Qianxun

Nomiyama didn't feel anything about the night, he just felt a pain.

Yukinoshita Yukino twisted the flesh on his arm hard and spoke coldly.

"When will you let go of my hand?"

Nomiyama turned around and looked at her with an innocent look on his face: "What hand?"

Yukinoshita Yukino sneered, raised her own hand, and also raised his hand, placing it horizontally between the two of them.

"Hiss..." Nomiyama took a breath, "When?"

His expression turned serious: "Yukinoshita, why are you holding my hand for no reason?"

The tips of Yukinoshita Yukino's ears turned slightly red. She stopped walking, stretched out her feet, and stepped once, then twice.

Nomiyama remained calm and didn't let go of her hand. He just pulled her forward and continued walking: "If you want to hold hands, just tell me. I won't refuse. What's the point of doing it secretly?"